Sunday, 24 February 2013
She was gesturing wildly and dropped a lump of ash from her cigarette into her belly button. Still arguing her point she ran into the sea.
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Saturday, 16 February 2013
What sort of crime could make an otherwise sane man spend four years in a tumble dryer?
What unspeakable act would warrant such a fate?
Was he hiding or was his spending four years in a tumble dryer a self imposed punishment?
Did it have some symbolic meaning? Surely.
What sort of crime had he committed or what sort of crime had he thought he had committed?
And what if the man had in fact committed no crime at all?
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Sunday, 10 February 2013
I befriended a pervert online. He turned out to be a beautiful woman.
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Saturday, 2 February 2013
The Terrible Joke
A couple came to stay with us one weekend. The woman was a comedian. She had picked up her boyfriend at one of her stand up performances.
She got drunk and told me it had all been a terrible joke.
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